Long Ao Marvel

Red Hook Pier is located on the east bank of Brooklyn, New York. It is the estuary of the Hudson River. It is spacious and stable. It is one of the best ports in New York. Not far to the west is Liberty Island, which has the largest harbor in the United States.

One of the famous landmarks - the Statue of Liberty.

The Rand Group just spent a huge amount of money to buy this port not long ago to use it as an unloading point for their merchant ships. It has not been used yet.

Late at night, a dark car drove into the port gate and parked at the pier. A man got out of the car and walked straight to the river.

Because this pier has not been officially opened, the lighting of the port has not been activated, but the lights of the city in the distance are reflected in the water, still illuminating the figure of the man. This is a black man with obvious South American ethnic characteristics, but wearing a uniform

Wearing a well-tailored Tang suit, he also carried a long sword on his back. The expression on his face was always light, and his eyes revealed a free and easy atmosphere, as if nothing in this world would remain in his heart.

Down ripples.

A huge black shadow enveloped him. When he looked up, he saw a huge freighter paddling past silently and stopping steadily at the dock. The freighter didn't turn on its lights or use its power system.

It was all going on in darkness and silence, as if it was not a human ship, but a ghost ship from the ghost world.

The cabin of the ship is empty and does not contain any cargo or containers. It has another purpose here.

The cabin door opened, and a figure Shi Shiran walked out of it.

The black man came over to him.

"What, you're the only one here to pick me up? That bitch doesn't take me seriously!"

Faced with the exaggerated tone of the visitor, the black man simply said two words: "Low-key."

The man wanted to say something more, but suddenly he heard the sound of an arrow, followed by loud shouts of killing, and countless figures emerged from the surrounding grass and buildings. These people were uniformly dressed in black night clothes, and their heads were wrapped in black cloth, leaving only the

A pair of eyes, they have many kinds of weapons, but if you look carefully, they are all used by Japanese ninjas.

The attacker had no nonsense since he appeared, and quickly approached the two people from all directions, with the clear purpose of killing them.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" The people who got off the boat burst into laughter holding their stomachs in their hands when they saw this, but they did not pay attention to these dozens of people at all. "Botu, Botu, let me keep a low profile, let Zhenchun

Have you watched it all? Ouch, it’s so funny, hahahahaha!”

"It's no use if there are too many people."

The black man named Botu replied dully, and stretched out his hand towards the long sword behind his back. He only heard a clear sword cry of "choi lang", and the lingering sound lingered in his ears. The sword was already in his hand, and the lights in the distance were

Reflected on the snow-white sword blade, a dazzling light burst out, what a peerless sword!

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Still laughing wildly to himself: "Come on, come on, the more the better! Hahahaha, blood donation, death, this is the welcome ceremony I want!!"

As he spoke, he touched his arm, then waved his hand at the people who were rushing over, scattering blood-colored light spots all over the sky. The first few people were hit before they could react, and fell to the ground immediately, dead.

Seeing this, the disciple asked: "Have you learned it?"

"Nonsense! I've been away for more than ten years, how can I come back if I don't learn enough! That bitch must be eager to see me crippled. Today I'm going to show you my blood ninja skills!"

The man replied fiercely, quickly made a seal with his hands on his chest, and shouted: "Ghost Path Blood and Earth Puppet!" After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed everywhere on the ground in front of him. A strange scene happened.

, the soil on the ground sucked up all the blood, and then gathered together little by little, turning into three clay figures about the same size as a real person.

The clay figurine moved its neck and came to life. It ran forward a few steps and suddenly jumped high. The group of ninjas had already rushed forward. They could not see clearly under the black light and were hit by the falling clay figurine. As soon as the clay figurine touched the body,

They immediately squirmed and entangled them tightly. The three poor ninjas let out shrill screams and twisted wildly on the spot, but they couldn't break free.

In these ten seconds, the person has shrunk a lot, as if all his flesh and blood have been sucked away!

The companions around him slashed at the clay figure with their swords, causing sparks to fly but leaving no trace, as if they were struck by gold and iron. Just when everyone was at a loss, two people came out of the crowd. The first one had a leopard head and ringed eyes.

He has a beard all over his face and is wearing a white linen short-fighting suit. The bulging muscles all over his body contain explosive power. The person behind him is an old man in green clothes. He has goose skin and black hair, his eyes are cloudy and dim, and he is holding a long stick.

The strong man snatched the long knife from one of the men's hands, roared angrily and slashed it across, cutting the struggling companion in front of him into two pieces, ending his life.

"Hey! Isn't this a rock~~! Oh? Gunsou is here too! The two leaders of the Zhenshun Society are here, are they here to greet me? Hahahahahaha!"

The strong man named Panshi raised his knife and pointed it at the maniacally laughing weirdo, shouting: "Murakami is a thief! You practice evil arts and have killed countless believers for many years. Today I am here to take your life!"

"Chichichichichi, hahahahaha!" Murakami laughed sharply, "You guys want to kill me? Take care of yourself first!"

There was a commotion in the crowd. The two ninjas entangled by the clay figures had been sucked into two mummies and lay straight on the ground. The two clay figures spread out their bodies and became a bit larger than before. But they were chopped just now.

The two-part clay figure did not die, but continued to suck up the corpse, and slowly condensed into two clay figures of the same size.

Panshi frowned angrily and rushed towards Murakami with a roar. Stickman followed closely behind him and raised his stick to attack Botu standing beside him.

Murakami took out two short daggers and used his strength to withstand Pan Shi's hateful blow. The sword in Hakuto's hand turned into a swimming dragon and also fought with the stick man. The other ninjas of the Shinshun Kai were dedicated to dealing with the four clay figures.

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Insert a fight and conversation with Botu here.

It is said that old people do not rely on their muscles and bones for strength, but despite his age and not much flesh on his body, Gunsou is very powerful when using a slender iron rod, and judging from his appearance, he must have practiced internal strength.

, the power contained in each move is by no means as simple as what can be seen with the naked eye. The black man named Botu is not an easy person to deal with. Holding the gleaming sword in his hand, his whole person is as sharp as the sword's edge.

There is no trace of taciturn dullness anymore.

The martial arts methods of these two people are quite weird, and they come up with strange moves one after another, which is hard to guard against.

As soon as the stick man came into contact with the master, he launched a ruthless move, kicking his feet fiercely, and thrust the stick straight out, using all his strength to hit the opponent's chest with all his strength.

There was a strange look on Botu's face. At that moment, he seemed to have detached himself from the battle. He had no desire or pursuit, and he could win or lose. Everything in front of him had nothing to do with him anymore. In his hands

The sword seems to be tainted with the meaning of fate and reincarnation from the eternal world. Suddenly, there is an unreal feeling that this child is not human and this place is not human.

This is the supreme sword intention that he only realized after being immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years. In terms of his understanding of martial arts, he has surpassed Gunsou by unknown levels.

Gunsou's eyes flashed, and Botu had retreated to the side at some point, and the stick in his hand was empty. He held the iron rod tightly with both hands, and a bunch of stick flowers emerged, and then rolled towards Botu's body like a gust of wind.

Botu's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his feet were not very fast, but he was walking leisurely among the stick shadows that enveloped him. No matter how fast the opponent's attack speed was, he could not touch his body at all. He held out the sword in his hand lightly and stabbed the stick man.

On the way, the sword suddenly turned and slashed Gunsou's right shoulder.

The stickman retracted his stick and moved it outward, blocking the sword that was about to hit him. He bowed and straightened up, and the man bounced up like a taut piece of steel. The end of the stick was forced into a straight line, and he hit Botu like a meteor. Botu

Without haste, he made a mistake with his foot, and his whole body spun around, quickly approaching Gunsou's side. He raised his hand and struck him in the face with the hilt of his sword, sending him flying.

"You lost." Botu said coldly, his words seemed particularly cold amidst the screams surrounding him.

The stick man got up from the ground, spit out the blood in his mouth, took a deep breath and rushed over again. He knew that the people he brought were dying, but there was nothing he could do. He was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else.

out

Using the same death move, he jumped up high, opened the door all over his body, raised the stick above his head, aimed at Botu's Tianling Gai in mid-air and smashed it down with the stick.

He wanted to compete for speed and bet on whether Botu would kill him first or he would kill the opponent first, but Botu's martial arts was so much better than him that he didn't need to pay attention to his killing move at all. He shook the sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword towards the attack.

He struck the iron rod three times in succession, and at such a rapid speed, they all hit the same point. There was a sharp sound, and the stick in the stickman's hand was cut off from that point.

part!

The shortened iron rod passed in front of Botu's nose and hit the ground hard, raising only a cloud of dust.

"Uh-huh!"

A painful scream was heard not far away, and Botu looked for it. It turned out to be the strong man named Panshi. Murakami was strangling his neck from behind, and a black Japanese sword pierced him from behind.

His chest was broken, and donated blood spurted out from the wound.

Murakami killed Panshi.

"Rock!"

The stick man let out a roar that shook the sky, and pushed back the disciple with all his strength. He turned around and rushed towards Murakami. He exerted force crazily, and the long stick he was dragging backwards was suddenly thrown up, drawing a semicircle, and whistling towards Murakami with the sound of wind and thunder.

If the stick hits his head, even a rock will break into pieces.

The strange thing is that Murakami stood still with a sneer on his face, and then he was hit by a stick. His whole body twisted into an arc and flew out diagonally. But before the stick man could be happy, Murakami's body "popped"

The sound turned into a cloud of smoke.

"Clone technique, not good!"

The stick man was startled. As soon as an idea came into his mind, before his body could dodge, a knife penetrated his left shoulder. He turned around and raised his stick to resist. There was another sharp pain in his waist, and then he felt something.

It penetrated into his body, and penetrated deeper and deeper into his muscles as he moved. Huge pain hit him, half of the stick man's body was sore and numb, and he couldn't move. He fell to his knees with a thud, and the stick in his hand was also gone.

Rolled to the side.

Murakami laughed wildly, kicked the stickman in the face, kicked him to the ground, and screamed: "Old dog, old dog, this war you wanted to fight in your life has been completely lost today! You have completely lost it today!

Your junior brother, as well as your subordinates, all died here, hahahaha, how is it, do you feel good?"

The rock fell powerlessly in the dust, and all the ninjas they brought were killed by the clay men. Although Gunsou couldn't see, the other five envoys were extremely sensitive. He sensed the tragic results of today's attack, and his face was visible to the naked eye.

The ground fell into ashes.

But Murakami didn't intend to let go of Gunsou just like that. He bent down to pick up Panshi's body, inserted a hand into his chest, and in just a moment sucked the giant sweat into a withered skeleton. Botu frowned.

Mei stood aside, watching with cold eyes and remaining silent.

Murakami threw the remains of the rock onto the stick man and said with a smile: "Here, your junior brother, give it back to you."

The stick man hugged the rock and touched his body tremblingly. This miserable situation made him so sad that he couldn't help himself, and he let out a sob, which was even deeper in the excitement of Murakami's laughter.

Botu couldn't see Murakami's perverted behavior, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "That's enough, I'll do it." As he said that, he walked towards the stickman with his sword, ready to end his life now to avoid suffering more.

humiliation.

"You monsters...sooner or later, I will kill you all."

Gunsou looked up at Botu and Murakami, his eyes were red, and a faint blue light suddenly emitted from his surroundings. At some point, he actually drew many strange lines with his fingers around his body. It turned out that he was just

Delaying time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciple swung his body in front of the stick man and stabbed him with his sword.

There was a sudden flash of blue light, and the stickman disappeared on the spot. The sword passed through his shadow and penetrated deeply into the soil.

Murakami walked over, took a look at the engravings on the ground that were glowing with blue light, and cursed: "Earth Escape Technique - Fucking immortality, a coward! Next time I meet him, I will have to disembowel him and rip out his heart."

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He glared at Botu hatefully, stretched out his hand to push him away, and walked first towards the car parked at the port.